The Snipe and Clam Lock Horns! The Fisherman Profits?

"How is it?"

A faint smile curled Jiang Che's lips. His gaze met that of Kuron Old Ancestor and the others around him. The Son of Heaven Sword fell into his hand, pointing straight at the figures ahead as he said in a deep voice:

"Since ancient times, humans and demons have been irreconcilable. There can only be one victor between our two sides. I know that since you dared come here, you must have some means of countering us. Stop playing these little tricks.

Compared to the Human Race, your scheming is not worth mentioning."

Putting himself in their shoes, if he faced a powerful enemy without any means of countering them, then even if he knew an opportunity lay before him, he would never risk his life by stepping forward.

These demons truly thought too little of him.

Kuron Old Ancestor and the others remained calm, not the least bit surprised, because that was precisely what they thought as well.

If the Demon Race had come without any preparations, why would they possibly come here to die?

Of course, if they truly had nothing prepared, that would be even better. They could take advantage of this excellent opportunity to leave them all here.

As soon as Jiang Che finished speaking, the gazes of Ying Long Demon Emperor and the others darkened. Just as Jiang Che had guessed, their earlier conciliatory attitude had merely been a show of weakness, meant to secure the best chance for a sneak attack.

Unfortunately, Jiang Che and the others did not fall for it.

"Since you know we have something to rely on, get the hell out of here at once! Otherwise, we will turn you all into blood food!" Having been exposed, Sun Devouring Demon Emperor immediately roared in fury.

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